Jack was flustered as he shifted on the bed, swallowing hard as he waited for Jesse to come in on the gift he had made himself into. After Gabe told him about their adventures in bed he couldn’t help but start drooling over the idea of what paid under the younger mans damn uniform. So he took matters into his own hands, lingerie on that he had stored in his closet, and hoping Jesse was as open as Gabriel said. He hated being desperate but, he was in need of some relief.

He didn’t have to wait long, and he thought Gabriel might have had something to do with it. Maybe he’s seen the limp with which Jack had walked a few days, or he’s noticed how stiff he held his shoulders.

Either way, it is only a few minutes later that McCree strolls in and barely pauses in his wide stride, pushing the door closed behind him as he watches the Strike Commander laid out on his unmade bed.

“Well now.”

Jack shudders and closes his eyes – puts his forearm across them for good measure and angles his knees apart, the fabric of his garter combo gleaming silkily in the dim light.

“Please,” he begs and he can’t see the smirk, but he can definitely hear it as McCree drawls: “How could I say no to that?”

.o.

He notices McCree pausing for a heartbeat when he crawls close enough to see the moisture darkening the fabric of Jack’s panties, but he takes this obviously new relevation just as easily as everything else.

The man has the disposition of a farm horse and never has Jack been more thankful for it.

McCree pushes his legs apart with his wide shoulders and goes to licking slow, long drags along the slit of Morrison’s cunt, generously saturating the fabric of his dark panties with his spit before closing cheeky lips across his swollen clit to suck on it until Jack can’t help but cry out, scrabbling at McCree’s dark hair.

It hurts, but he wants more, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he angles his hips up, grinding his pussy against the lazy, rude mouth. He doesn’t realize he’s making noise, stupidly high pitched whines and near sobs, until McCree’s large hands grab his hips and press him down, his big nose dragging across the sodden fabric along the swollen labia.

“Easy now. Calm down. Everything’s gonna be alright, yeah?”

Jack grits his teeth and presses the balls of his hands against his burning eyes.

“Daddy, please,” he grunts. He feels himself flush, embarrassment curling in his belly until he feels nauseous. He knows Gabriel is playing this game with Jesse but suddenly he thinks McCree might not want to play it with him. Might not be as easy after all and get angry for Jack’s presumptions…

But then he is crawling up, huge hot body ranging above Jack, and his cock is out and dragging along his cunt, teasing with the blunt press across the panties that Jack would rip in a second if he didn’t get what he needed.

“Easy. Eaaasy. There – I got exactly whatchu want. You need a good big cock, don’tcha? Yeah. Yeah, that’s what you need. Don’t worry, I got it right here. Daddy’s got it right… here…”

Jesse has reached down to hook his fingers into the leg hole and push the panties to the side and now he grunts as he dips just the very tip of his cock into Jack’s cunt.

Jack thinks McCree might just be going cross-eyed at the feeling of the molten heat he is nudging into, but it is hard to concentrate on anything when he is getting filled slowly, slowly, no mercy and no hesitation as McCree works his sturdy hips to fuck into him deeper and deeper; every little rocking motion sliding him in a couple inches more until Jack is gritting his teeth and scrabbling at McCree’s shoulders, digging his fingers into his armor because the guy hasn’t even put off his clothes – just opened his pants and got his cock out to satisfy that special itch of the Strike Commander.

“Fuck,” McCree swears, low and heart felt, his cock so big, stretching Jack to the max and making his insides throb in a dull, delicious ache. “That’s a nice cunt. Fuck.”

Jack gnashes his teeth and arches his head back, fingers moving, frantically grabbing at McCree’s hair, then digging blunt into the back of his neck.

“More. More, please,” he rasps. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been filled so completely, so fully, so to the utter maximum what he could take – what he thought he could take. His cunt hurt and his insides throbbed. He could feel McCree’s cock flexing inside him and it makes a small, premature orgasm shiver through him and end in his curling, spasming toes.

“Daddy, please.”

“Shush, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna give it to ya. Fuck. Got such a nice. Goddamn. Cunt.”